Almost as if in continuum to the dreams I had last week, last night I dreamt about Brittany again.  The details are a little more vague this morning as I write this than I would have liked, but the story of it is clear.  Her husband decided to let her go, and be with me.  As happy and excited as I was at this on one hand, I was torn.  Torn because I myself am married to someone who loves and adores me.  I already broke her heart once over this, and the events in the dream meant I would have to do it again.

I remember walking through her home wondering if it would be ours or if it would go to her husband.  I remember looking at the color scheme and especially at one particular wall, with multiple shelves and cubbyholes in it, painted a brilliantly bright orange, and wondering to myself, "Am I going to be able to live in a place decorated like this?"

My own real life experience in their home doesn't lend any truth to the dream and her style of decor, but I do find it interesting that I was so focused on it in the dream.

I must say, however, that I enjoyed the dream, and that I hope this trend continues.